A/N: Densimber Day 8.
"You know, we are supposed to be a couple," Deeks reminded Kensi, slipping his hand an inch lower on her back. She flinched, spine straightening, making her posture more appropriate for a Jane Austen style ball scene than the dance floor of a bar.
Around them, others couples were showing off their amateur dance skills while others were just using it as excuse to lightly grope each other.
All Kensi and Deeks had to do was keep a lookout for a thief while pretending to be just another couple. As far as undercover ops went, this wasn't such a bad one.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Right now there's so much space between us, people are either gonna think we're cousins or in the middle of a fight," Deeks drawled, eyes dipping briefly to the gap between their bodies.
"Well, maybe if my date looked less like a Scooby Doo character, this would be easier," Kensi retorted. Even so, she moved in a tiny bit.
Deeks chuckled, shaking his head. "Very original." He leaned closer so his voice would be covered by the music playing around them. "We're supposed to blend in, look like a couple enjoying themselves on a date. Barely touching stands out."
"Are you questioning my professionalism?" Kensi gaped at him, covering it a second later with a semi-believable smile.
"Definitely not," he assured her easily. "Although, a seasoned professional wouldn't let a little thing like looks get in her way."
"Oh you want to see how good I am?" Looping her arms around his neck, Kensi lifted her chin, her look challenging. "How's that?"
"Better, but you're still a little stiff." He grinned when Kensi's eyes tightened minutely. Then she pressed her entire body against his and lowered her chin to his shoulder. It sent an unexpected jolt rough him as her warmth suddenly surrounded him.
"Happy?"
"Ecstatic," he said, and if his voice was a little breathier than normal, neither of them said anything. He let his hands slip down to her lower back, his fingers touching the top of her jeans. With their new position, every step had their bodies brushing again reach other. Tantalizing little bits of friction that made it distinctly hard to focus.
Kensi made a soft noise, her head falling to his chest as her fingers aimlessly curled in the hair at the nape of his neck.
Ok, maybe this was a terrible idea.
It was one thing to tease, banter, playfully flirt, but he was not supposed to enjoy slow-dancing with his partner so much. He definitely wasn't supposed to notice the light smell of her shampoo or how perfect she felt in his arms.
"Hey, you guys ok?" Callen asked, the loud, jarring sound of his voice breaking the spell. Kensi inhaled deeply, jerking her head off his chest.
"Yeah, perfect," Deeks said hoarsely as Kensi muttered,
"Fine," her eyes anywhere but his. She eased back so a small space separated them again.
Maybe that was for the best, Deeks decided.